Novelas web de Tragedy e historias de Victim ambientadas en Love after Marriage

"Marry him. He will be dead before the year ends." Those were the words Shaznay heard before she signed her life away to Victor Emmanuel, the most powerful man in Glenford, now lying motionless with no hope of recovery. Poisoned at his own board meeting seven months ago, Victor was nothing more than a body connected to machines. A convenient corpse for a desperate girl whose father's life dangled by a thread. But Victor was not dead. He was not even unconscious. Trapped inside his own body, Victor heard every whispered scheme, every stolen secret, every act of betrayal committed around his bed. He heard his cousin Benjamin plan to drain his empire. He heard his brother Franklin push for control. And he heard Shaznay, the stranger forced to become his wife, whisper to his sleeping face: "I do not know you, but I will not let them win." When Victor's eyes finally opened, the world called it a miracle. Only Victor knew the truth. It was a strike seven months in the making. Now he must decide: Is the woman who married his silence an ally or another enemy wearing a kind face? And Shaznay must face a new terror: the dead man she married is alive, and he remembers everything.

When a chance encounter with a disabled man being mugged derails her job interview, Ophelia Sage must confront the consequences of her bravery. But as she faces rejection and humiliation, she unwittingly captures the attention of a powerful CEO. Will her selfless act lead to a new opportunity, or will it cost her everything she holds dear to her heart?

I was the side character, the one destined to be neglected, forgotten, and never chosen. In the novel’s story, I was merely a background existence—the woman fated to marry the male lead, yet never once receive his love. The wife who shared his name but never his attention. Salvatore Mancini. The perfect male lead. Cold, powerful, and admired by everyone. Except me. Because in this story, his heart already belonged to someone else. When I first realized I had transmigrated into this novel, I thought I could change my fate. I tried to avoid the original scenes, tried to step away from the plot. But every time I tried to change something…I returned to the same place. The same moment, the same outcome. As if the unseen author of this story was reminding me again and again: You are only a puppet, and puppets don’t decide their roles. So I stopped resisting. If the story wanted me to be the neglected wife, then I would simply live quietly and let the plot run its course. That was my plan. Until one night, when I finally looked at the man and said casually— “Tell me something, Mr. Mancini. Aren’t you supposed to be my husband?” His cold eyes narrowed slightly, but I simply leaned back and smiled. “Then fulfill your role properly. Let’s see… what kind of man the great Salvatore Mancini is.” For the first time since our marriage he actually looked at me, not through me. At me. I didn’t know what changed after that, but from that night onward. Even when he looked at me with clear irritation. Salvatore Mancini began appearing around me more and more. Which left me with a very unsettling thought. The plot…It didn’t change, right?